20120512

as i slip over the smooth rocks, immediately it is far different.
as i fall downward, from the cliff i slipped from, my thoughts becomes unexpected.
i think about how annoyingly bright the sun is. too bright. oh well.
what will happen to my dry cleaning? those shirts are too nice to be donated.
it goes slowly.
only right before the contact with the ground below, thoughts of my relationships surfaced.
THIS was too much to bare.
i now saw the purpose. the mundane thoughts.